Monday, November 4, 2013

Iyana Jenna's A Midnight Caller Is Just What Everyone Needs!!

Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Rebecca Brochu. I would like to share with your readers my new m/m short story, A Midnight Caller, published by Bitten Press.

Walking with your eyes closed

Have you ever walked with your eyes closed? How did it feel? Well, I never do it myself. It must have a bit claustrophobic feeling in it, and I know I’d hate to do that. It must be like doing something without knowing what you have with you, where you are, and who you are with. It’s not different from getting a call from someone you don’t know and that person keeps nagging at you and wants to meet you.

Now getting call from a stranger—this has happened to me. This guy was a friend of my friend but I totally didn’t know him. He called and texted me several times and we agreed to meet. It was kind of a blind date and we would wear this color and that. He was all right, I guess, thank goodness, but I decided not to see him anymore. Why? Well, he ended up asking me for money. I was, like, whuh? I didn’t know what to make of him. Lucky he never called me again after that.

A Midnight Caller


Actor Ashley Ferguson had received several mysterious calls for the past couple of nights. The caller said he was also an actor. Ashley tried to find out who he was and guessed it was Colt Harper, a young actor whose show was also playing on TV. Ashley thought of reporting the calls to the cops several times but he kept delaying doing it.

One night after Ashley was finished shooting someone grabbed him in the parking lot. The man said he was the midnight caller. Ashley was afraid that his earlier guess was wrong and his decision not to report to the police would end up really bad for him.


“Hey, I’m sorry, man…”
“And you said you’d call the next day but you didn’t.”
“Oh, were you expecting that? Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Shut up. I’m just so stupid. Get out of my life, okay?”
“Hey, wait. Please, I didn’t mean that. I’m so grateful you want to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, I know. I mean, thanks for giving me the chance to talk to you. By the way, Ashley…”
“Listen. You sound like a good kid. Why don’t you tell me your name and end all this weirdness?”
“And then we can meet?”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Don’t you want to see me?”


About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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